Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
SCOTTIE
“Well, well, well, look who decided to show up,” Mika says as he places a napkin in front of me.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” He smirks.
I roll my eyes.
Apart from spending so much time with Wilder, I’ve been busy at work. Strangely, everyone has worked harder since the camp. So I can definitely see how taking couples away for marriage enrichment produces greater productivity in the office. Chad has been more subdued, and we haven’t spoken about his marriage since coming back, but there’s definitely a better work environment now.
“I know you’ve been busy.” Mika winks. “With my brother.” He sets some pretzels in front of me and starts making me a drink.
“It’s not what you think.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“We haven’t been doing anything like that.”
He pauses midpour of tequila and says, “What do you mean, you haven’t been doing anything like that?”
“He’s, uh, he’s been holding out on me.”
“Who’s been holding out on you?” Denise asks as she takes a seat next to me at the bar and pulls me into a hug.
“My brother, apparently,” Mika says.
“What?” Denise asks. “He’s holding out on you? My God, I thought the reason you weren’t around all that much is because you’d been bopping up and down on Mika’s brother.”
“I wish,” I grumble as Mika hands me my drink. “That is not the case. He has only kissed me. I feel like I went back in time to when you’re celibate until your wedding night.”
“That’s depressing,” Denise says as I take a sip of my drink.
“What’s depressing?” a very familiar, deep voice says.
I nearly spit up my drink as Wilder takes a seat next to me.
“Hey, Pips,” he says and places a peck of a kiss on my cheek.
Pips. It’s taken me a while, but I now love the nickname. It’s said with such genuine affection.
“Speak of the devil,” Mika says with a smirk. Almost a knowing smirk.
“You guys talking about me?”
“No,” I say, just as Denise says, “Yes.”
Wilder picks up my drink and takes a sip, his eyes going wide. “Jesus, Mika, put enough tequila in this?”
“I should have put more given how horny our girl is because you won’t put out.”
“Oh my God, Mika,” I nearly shout as Wilder chuckles next to me.
He wraps his arm around my waist, and he whispers in my ear, sending chills up and down my arms and legs. “You hard up, babe?”
“What? No.” I nervously laugh. “No, I don’t know what he’s talking about.”
“Why aren’t you boning our friend?” Denise asks, leaning over the bar to look at him. “Because she wants it.”
His smile grows wider. “I know she does.” And his hand grips me tighter.
Dear God in heaven, why is this happening to me?
“So then what’s the holdup?”
He casually sips my drink again. “I’m trying to demonstrate her worth to her first.”
Denise leans back and brings her hand to her heart. “Can you teach Derek to talk to me like that?”
“I’ll work on it.” He pops a pretzel in his mouth and nods at Mika. “You good, brother?”
“Good,” Mika says. “Want me to get you a drink?”
“Nah, I’m leaving soon.”
“You are?” I ask, feeling sad, because he just got here, and I thought he would at least stay for a little while.
“Yeah, and you’re going with me.”
“I am?”
“Yup.” Wilder holds my drink out to me. “So drink up.”
Denise leans forward and whispers in my ear, “He has that look in his eyes. A look that says you’re about to get fucked.”
“So, um, we’re back at my apartment,” I say as I stare through the windshield of his Jeep.
“We are.” He reaches behind us and pulls up a duffel bag.
“Is that, uh, is that an overnight bag?”
“It is.” He moves around to my side, where he opens the door for me and holds out his hand.
I take it, and he helps me out of the car and then guides us into the apartment building.
When we reach my door, he nods toward it. “You going to invite me in?”
“Are you going to turn me down?”
“What do you think?” he asks, his voice seductive.
“Can’t be sure.”
He chuckles and cups my cheek. “Let me in, Pips.”
A thrill of excitement shoots through my spine as I unlock the door and let us both in.
Keeping my hand in his, he pulls me toward the bedroom after shutting and locking the door. Recently, due to heat exhaustion, I put in an AC window unit in my bedroom. I found one that would fit the window, and right about now, I’m very grateful for it.
He takes a seat on my bed and then places his hands behind him and looks up at me. “Strip, Pips.”
“Wh-what?” I ask. He’s just going to jump into it like that? After not being intimate for weeks?
“You heard me: strip.”
“Right now?” I ask.
“You think you can wear that fucking skirt and act like I’m not going to ask you to strip?” He shakes his head. “Nope. Time to strip.”
Nervously, I shift as I tug on my bottom lip. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve been naked in front of him, and all of a sudden, I’m feeling shy.
“Do you need help?” he asks.
“Just…nervous.”
His expression stays neutral, but he beckons me with his finger. I move in between his legs, and he sits taller, placing his hands on my hips.
“Why are you nervous in front of me?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I kind of like you and don’t want to look stupid.”
“You kind of like me?” he asks with a cute raise to his brow. “Because I’m going to tell you right now, Pips, I really like you.”
I chuckle. “That’s what I meant. I really like you.”
“Uh-huh, and what does that have to do with stripping in front of me? Because last I remember, we fucked in a lake.”
I feel my cheeks heat up. “That was different. We’re sort of like a couple now.”
“Sort of?” He shakes his head. “No, babe. We are a couple.”
“Exactly, and what if, I don’t know, you’re like, ‘Whoops, not like I remembered’?”
The corner of his lips tilts up as he shakes his head. “Trust me, not going to happen.” He drags his palms up and over my ass. “Every night, I think about you, Scottie. Every morning, when I’m hard as a fucking rock, I think about you. I think about you in the shower. I think about you fucking midday. My mind is always on you, and it’s been fucking torture not being intimate with you.”
“It’s been torture for me too,” I say as his hands slip under the waistline of my underwear and he slowly pulls them down. I step out of them and slide them to the side.
“Then why nervous?”
“Because it feels like the first time again.”
He shakes his head. “It’s not.” Then he untucks my shirt and tugs on it, so I pull it up and over my head. His eyes feast on my chest while his hands tug on my ass and force me to take a seat on his lap.
He unzips the back of my skirt and lets it fall open while he brings his hands up my sides and to the clasp of my bra, which he undoes. The straps go loose, but he doesn’t take it off right away.
Instead, he trails his fingers over the cups, slightly past the swell of my breasts, and then up my neck to the back of my head, where he brings my mouth down to his. I sink into his touch, and all the nerves, all the worry, melt away as his lip ring caresses my lips and his tongue swipes across mine.
“Fuck,” he whispers as his large palm splays against my back. “I’ve missed this.”
“Why did you wait so long?”
“Because you needed to be loved in a different way.”
My heart thumps madly.
My yearning for this man is growing wild.
And everything I was feeling a few seconds ago drifts away as I shed my bra and capture his mouth in mine.
He moans against my lips but then gets lost with me as I push him back on the bed. His hands move under my skirt and grip my ass as I cup his face to make out with him.
My tongue dances with his.
My fingers thread through his hair.
And my pelvis starts rocking over his hardening length.
He moves me to my back and hovers over me, letting his hand glide up my stomach to my breast, where he gently squeezes it. Then he lowers his head and takes my nipple into his mouth.
He licks.
He sucks.
He nibbles.
He’s sending bolts of pleasure through my body with every move he makes with his mouth.
“Yes,” I whisper as I shift underneath him, looking for more.
But he doesn’t get the hint. Instead he moves to my other breast, giving it the same treatment, so I bring my hands to his jeans and undo them, then push them down with my feet, freeing him. I find his length in my palm, and I grip him tightly, lightly pumping.
“Fuck,” he gasps as his back arches, and he stares down at what I’m doing. When his eyes find mine again, they become feral.
He moves off me, sheds the rest of his clothes, and then grabs his bag.
Confused, I lean up on my elbows and watch him pull out an iPad. “Sit back,” he says, his cock straining between his legs.
Still in my skirt, I sit back on the bed, and he brings his bag with him as he hands me the iPad. On the screen is a paused video of two people, naked.
I glance at him in shock, and he smiles before tapping Play.
Seductive music starts playing as the man lays the woman back on the bed and starts kissing her all over her body.
“Oh my God,” I say, my eyes fixed on the screen.
“Spread your legs, babe.”
I do as he says while I continue to watch the screen, the man spreading her legs and starting to press his tongue against her clit. I’m so fucking consumed by what’s going on that I don’t even realize Wilder is in the same position until his tongue swipes against my slit.
“Oh, God,” I sigh as I spread myself even wider.
And in unison, Wilder licks me, kisses me, swipes at me just like the man on the screen. The woman writhes under him, playing with her tits, biting her lower lip, moaning ever so slightly.
It turns me on so much that I’m throbbing. I’m ready. I could tip over at any freaking point.
“Fuck, Wilder,” I say, shifting down more. “Oh my God, I’m so close.”
“Not yet, baby,” he whispers and pulls his mouth away.
I continue to watch the video, my center pulling and tugging inward, making me feel a deep sense of pleasure that I’ve never felt before.
This is so…naughty.
So erotic.
So positively everything I’ve ever wanted when it came to?—
“Oh my God,” I say as I sit up and watch Wilder finish slipping a vibrator inside me.
But not just any vibrator. The one we won at Camp Haven.
He turns it on, and I immediately fall into the mattress as my entire body tenses. Inside, the head of the vibrator swirls against my walls, vibrating at the same time, while the little tongue flicks across my clit, quick strokes that have my pleasure driving fast up my spine.
“Jesus, Wilder. Oh my God.”
“Watch the video, Pips. I want you coming while watching.”
I suck in a sharp breath, my body tingling, my inner core tensing.
“Wilder, I can’t…”
“Keep watching, baby.”
I glance at him, and he’s sliding the orange cock ring over his erection. His chest tenses, his teeth pull on his lip ring, and the muscles in his stomach contract as he lets out a long, deep moan.
Forget the people in front of me.
Forget the iPad at all. The real view is in front of me as Wilder starts stroking himself, precum already forming at the tip.
When his gaze falls on me, he lets out a deep breath and says, “Babe, watch the video.”
I wet my lips and shake my head. “You’re what I want to watch.”
His eyes turn darker, and he takes the iPad from me, sets it to the side, and then straddles my chest, where he strokes himself, faster, harder.
Between watching him and the way he loses control to the feeling of the vibrator moving inside me, my orgasm climbs and builds to the point that I’m not sure I can hold on any longer.
“Fuck,” he huffs as his hand lands against the headboard while he continues to pump himself, the muscles in his forearm popping off, his abs defined.
The little flicks against my clit, the vibration, the feeling of my feet going numb…my entire body tenses, and I bring my hands to my breasts as my chest lifts up and a moan slips past my lips right before I fall over the edge.
“Wilder,” I yell as I come over the vibrator, shock wave after shock wave hitting me, causing me to thrash side to side until… “What are you doing?”
He removes the vibrator, and then in a second, he’s sliding inside me while I’m still contracting.
“Motherfucker,” he yells as he starts pumping inside me.
Between the size of him, the vibration of the cock ring, and how he thrusts so deep inside, I feel my body tense again. Sensations of an orgasm shoot through my limbs, continuing the most delicious feeling I’ve ever felt as he stiffens and his cock swells just before he spills inside me.
“Fuck…me,” he groans, lightly pumping until he collapses on top of me, letting me feel his entire weight until he pushes up on his forearms and connects his gaze with mine. His smirk nearly breaks me in half as he kisses the tip of my nose. “Christ, Scottie.”
Still catching my breath, I say, “You’re the one who did this to us.”
“Yeah, but you’re the one that makes it so fucking good.”
“What did I tell you about wearing clothes to bed?” Wilder says as he walks into my bedroom after going to the bathroom and brushing his teeth. He’s completely naked, making it incredibly difficult to keep my eyes on anything but his body. “You know, my eyes are up here,” he teases me.
“I know, but you’re so hot.”
He chuckles and loops his arm around my waist, pulling me in close. “Why do you think I want you naked? I feel the same exact way about you.” He presses his lips to mine, and I loop my arms around his neck, making out with him, loving the feeling of being…loved.
Cared for.
Worshipped.
He makes me feel important.
Needed. Significant.
Like there couldn’t possibly be anything else in this world that could distract him from me.
When I pull away, he grabs the hem of his shirt that I put on and pulls it up and over, depositing it on the floor. His hands move up to my breasts, across my nipples, and down to my ass.
“Fuck, you’re so warm. This is what I want. You, naked…all the time.”
“Even when I go to work?”
He tilts his head to the side. “No, this body is for me and me alone.”
“You claiming me?” I ask.
“Damn right. Why do you think I still wear this bracelet? Mine. You’re mine.”
God, I could hear him say that over and over and never get tired of it.
He kisses me again, but this time, it’s a chaste kiss. “Now, I have a question for you.”
“Okay,” I say. “What is it?”
“After you had sex with Matt, was there something you craved? Something you might have wanted?”
An orgasm?
I think back to the times when Matt and I would have sex and how he would roll out of bed after, clean up, and then go off to his office. It was so cold. Made me feel used.
I nod. “There is something.”
“What is it?”
I look into his eyes and say, “I wanted desperately to be cuddled.”
His brows shoot up in surprise, but then understanding sets in. He takes my hand in his and slips us into my bed. With my back to his chest, he pulls me into him and drapes his arm over my stomach.
“You’re telling me he never did this?”
“No,” I answer.
“What a fucking fool.” He kisses the back of my neck. “Once again: his loss, my gain.”
I sigh into him, realizing just how much I’ve been missing out on.
How much I was sitting in the dark, thinking the way Matt treated our marriage was normal. But if I truly think about it, he was never as attentive as Wilder, even in our early days.
And that’s the big difference. That’s what Wilder has taught me. That I deserve better.
That maybe…just maybe…this is where I was supposed to end up all along.
“You know, there’s only one thing left to check off on your bucket list,” he whispers. “Because we’ve done a cooking class, a movie in a theater, the kiss cam, skinny-dipping, watched some porn…and now, just one more thing.”
“What is it?” I ask, not able to remember.
“Paddleboat.”
I chuckle. “Oh right, because Matt never wanted to do anything fun.”
“Exactly.”
I turn in his embrace to face him. “You really went out of your way to do all those things for me.”
“Pips, I never went out of my way. It’s all things I wanted to do.”
I bring my hand to his cheek. “I want to say you’re too good for me, but I don’t think that’s the case, Wilder. You’re…you’re just perfect.”
He smiles. “That’s what I like to hear.” Then he leans forward and kisses me.